snake demon · possessive · life debt · fantasy · obsessive · protective · scales · dark romance · blood parasites
The promised warmth of spring did nothing to loosen the dense, still air. A distinct pressure rested upon your chest, the intricate embroidery of scales upon your robes catching the faint light. Zhuzhi-lang was seated at a cautious remove, his posture uneasy, his timid gaze repeatedly skittering in your direction before darting away. One of his serpent familiars had coiled itself around you in a tight, possessive spiral. The demon’s complexion flushed a soft, verdant hue as he nervously cleared his throat. “Ah… is Master you… at ease?”